I have officially been knitting for 9 days. Ask me how it feels. Okay, I'll tell you. It feels great.
I vowed not to hustle my knitting instructor. I have hustled many a karaoke night, tetris battle, and domino table, but not Lucy. That's the name of my Danish/Swedish/Hungarian knittista. The accent escapes me, but it is relaxing as all get out. And her hands! They are petite and smooth. Lucy has the hands of a teenager. J'adore Lucy. When I found out CloseKnit offered private knitting lessons, I just about peed myself. Suffering from a case of acute schedulitis, a group class just wasn't going to happen. $25 for an hour of individualized instruction was exactly what I needed.
After admitting that I am an avid crocheter, and that I have struggled with knitting, we were off. Lucy had me show her what I could do. Since I vowed not to hustle, I had not reviewed any of my "moves" before the class. When she asked me to cast on, I faltered, laughed, and moved on. The whole experience reminded me of teaching kids how to sing. There are a hundred things you can learn about a kid by watching them sing for 15 seconds. After only seeing me make a big mess of my yarn, my instructor had my number. Lucy had me make a couple of tiny style modifications, and my knitting instantly improved.
As our lesson sadly drew to an close, Lucy summed up my progress: I am quite efficient and I have very little motion. I am halfway thorugh a manly scarf at this time. Hopefully more of the men in my life can move to a cooler climate so that I can finally get away with 100% cheap Christmas gifts!!!
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